Olly Buckle
September 12th, 2011, 08:31 AM
At the end of last week I dropped my steroid dose, I think I may have had a bit of an infection as well, I felt terrible. It was the day of a funeral, a good friend, but the ceremony was in London at 9.30 am. I would have needed to be out of the door by 7.am to be sure of getting there, and I had had a night of waking to cramps and felt terrible. I barely got out of bed. It was a disappointment to miss it, but his son is having a celebration of his life on his birthday next month, which will be some compensation.
I have upped the steroid slightly, spread the drop, and things have recovered slightly. My sight was beginning to grey up again, the trend seems to be to gradual improvement now.
Dave the cat has been carrying on, gradually becoming weaker, but still fond of company and capable of a purr when made a fuss of, until yesterday. Then he had a very bad day, simply staggering from one spot to collapse in a heap in another. In the evening he retched and vomited, despite not having eaten for some time. We called the vet, who came and gave him an injection, and I have been out in the damp, grey, dawn digging the last of the hole I started yesterday afternoon. We had been anxious that we would know the time, but when it came there was no doubt. He had as much of life as he could, without a terrible, traumatic end, there simply were not any good bits left.
Soon it will be time to look forward, there are positive signs. We have new next door neighbours who seem pleasant, civilised people. Our younger daughter is out of halls and into her new student house, the older daughter has also been house hunting, and seems to have settled on a place, I am gradually working my way through the publishing instructions on Lulu, yesterday I managed to set the page size, my editing job is progressing. No doubt there will be set backs, no doubt they will be overcome. But right now it is a bit of a grey September morning and steroids leave me a little tearful, that's my excuse.
I have upped the steroid slightly, spread the drop, and things have recovered slightly. My sight was beginning to grey up again, the trend seems to be to gradual improvement now.
Dave the cat has been carrying on, gradually becoming weaker, but still fond of company and capable of a purr when made a fuss of, until yesterday. Then he had a very bad day, simply staggering from one spot to collapse in a heap in another. In the evening he retched and vomited, despite not having eaten for some time. We called the vet, who came and gave him an injection, and I have been out in the damp, grey, dawn digging the last of the hole I started yesterday afternoon. We had been anxious that we would know the time, but when it came there was no doubt. He had as much of life as he could, without a terrible, traumatic end, there simply were not any good bits left.
Soon it will be time to look forward, there are positive signs. We have new next door neighbours who seem pleasant, civilised people. Our younger daughter is out of halls and into her new student house, the older daughter has also been house hunting, and seems to have settled on a place, I am gradually working my way through the publishing instructions on Lulu, yesterday I managed to set the page size, my editing job is progressing. No doubt there will be set backs, no doubt they will be overcome. But right now it is a bit of a grey September morning and steroids leave me a little tearful, that's my excuse.